I often wish I had written it under an assumed name. Word spread quickly throughout Rockland High School. I developed a bit of a following. They were begging for more. Alas I faded into obscurity and hid from them like a hermit. I was a recluse. A misanthrope of the highest order. That ode was all I had in me and they refused to believe it. My creative fountain had run dry.

I often wish I had written it under an assumed name. Word spread quickly throughout Rockland High School. I developed a bit of a following. They were begging for more. Alas I faded into obscurity and hid from them like a hermit. I was a recluse. A misanthrope of the highest order. That ode was all I had in me and they refused to believe it. My creative fountain had run dry.

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The J.D. Salinger or Truman Capote of ballsacks. I'm glad to have known you.